Tristen’s P. O. V.
The sun was yet to rise from behind the horizon when I finally looked up, but the sky seemed like it has already started to brighten up bit by bit, replacing the darkness of the night, only to announce the arrival of the next dawn at last.
The north wind which had no intention to demean its power since last night, kept rushing everywhere on this listless palace ground, turning the entire surrounding exceptionally cold all of a sudden, as if the entire universe have come down to mourn for the dead.
And I shivered not because of the cold but seeing the decaying atmosphere of this palace which once used to be so lively.
As I kept walking on the pebbly path which is supposed to lead me towards the royal court room where I was intending to look for the so-called King, the
